Letter to my future self
Dear Future Me,
Twenty years from now is a lot of time. I wonder if college will have felt like yesterday or eons ago. I have some hopes and dreams for what I might be doing in twenty years. I've spent a lot of time in the last year or so thinking and stressing over what job might be the most fulfilling to me. Every year my idea of this changes so I really am not sure what I want to do at the moment. Whatever it is, I want to thoroughly enjoy it, as well as the people I am working with. I hope my career inspires me at the least, and even if I had the opportunity to stop working and give up my career, don't. At the end of the day if a marriage doesn't work out, I need to have a career. Moving onto the marriage part, I hope I've found someone who ultimately make me happy and lifts me up. A true partner who helps make this whole life think a hell of a lot easier. Maybe a few kids and definitely a dog. I would have hoped to have a few dogs by time I'm 42. I'm most curious to see where in the country, or even the world, you end up! I'm sure your not still down in Florida, if Florida is even still a state after all those hurricanes and terrible political leaders. Did you go back up North and settle down near family? I hope Mom, Dad, Carly, and Mark are all doing good. Scary to think about what they are up to none the less what I'm up to. Whatever your doing, take some time to appreciate where you came from. Think of you writing this letter, a scared senior in college, not sure if she's ready for the big scary world.
Sincerely,
Your 22 year old self
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